The Canyonero Jingle Lyrics

Can you name the truck with four-wheel drive,
Smells like a steak, and seats thirty-five?
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Well, it goes real slow with the hammer down.
It's the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown.
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Twelve yards long, two lanes wide,
sixty-five tones of American pride!
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Top of the line In utility sports,
Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts!
Canyonero! Canyonero!
She blinds everyone with her super high-beams.
She's a squirrel-squashin', Dear-smackin' Drivin'
Machine.
Canyonero! Canyonero! Canyonero!
Whoa, Canyonero! Canyonero!